Upwards of five years ago

Having lost my glasses upwards of five years ago,
things have grown blurry. Mostly tonight, it was
a light here and there, with the occasional splash of color.

There is a level of comfort in the blur. Sometimes,
not often, perhaps tonight, it reminded me of my father
and a Fourth of July we spent above the fog.

The fireworks might have been insulted by my father's choice
had they been witness to the pink,
that started scarlet.

Tonight, at least, the colors were vibrant; neon will do that,
given the chance.

Tonight, it was the people suffering the blur of glasses lost,
upwards of five years ago.

Flashes of color here and there with the occasional laugh
from the girl I suspect of having practiced the same
in front of a mirror with America's Next Top Model
playing about the next room, as if television and reflection
could ever come together.

Elton John played on the jukebox, Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters.
I suspected no one of understanding and felt slightly superior
in mine still, I wonder why.

Someone had strung a curtain of tinsel along the back wall.
I wondered if anyone else saw a waterfall of black and white
or if it really was the simple beauty of glasses lost
upwards of five years ago.